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† —— ”You have a group back there, still alive, who’re counting on you…if the thought of your son is not enough then please, at least pull yourself together for them!” It seemed as though the tough love speech would be his next choice; it wasn’t as though any of the words he spoke were untrue, this man had instilled hope in a lot of people, if he were to give up now then the vampire can’t imagine that the others wouldn’t follow. Or that another beacon of hope just as strong would rear it’s head again.

He watched Rick lower himself down by the riverside to wash off the blood, Damien released a sigh of relief, at least that was one torture over, ”We should head back soon.” 

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        ♙ —He knew he had to go back, take care of everyone, make the decisions he could barely make anymore. Decisions he didn’t want to make in the first place. It had been about his family, it had always been about his family - he’d never actually wanted to be their leader, he’d automatically been assigned the job. However, when Damien spoke this time around, he actually listened. He’d managed to focus enough to be able to hear what he had to say, the advice he had to give. He did need to go back, he couldn’t run. 

❝ You’re right, ❞ he choked on the words, still sobbing from what he’d witnessed. He finished cleaning himself up and stood tall. He couldn’t go back looking a mess, he couldn’t appear weak in front of his son.

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